So I’m figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much of it I have breathed in. Is my throat becoming raw...

If the tree doesn’t hug you back, it’s not a problem with the tree, it’s a problem with your heart.

Man must learn that his current path is not suitable for Earth, and soon, Earth won’t be suitable for Man.

So is this being in love? I stay with the moment, waiting to find out, the space between us fluctuating with uncertainty. The only thing I am sure of is that each time his lips...

You go, girl!” smirk right back. I think of CK, how he and I often sat like that. Not because we were seconds from making out or wanted to look like a couple, but just...